Upon returning to Savannah after spending time outside of my regular altitude (and attitude) last week, I found myself in a familiar state of mind, which is to say, conflicted: It was great to be home. And also, terrible.
You capture so much in a sentence. You are meant to be in Savannah stirring that jam. Love wins.
You capture so much in a sentence. You are meant to be in Savannah stirring that jam. Love wins.